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The Goblin Who Devoured Fate – Synopsis
Leon was just another ordinary man—until his untimely death led to an unexpected reincarnation as a weak, nameless goblin at the bottom of the food chain. In a world ruled by monsters, warlords, and ancient powers, survival is a cruel game where the weak are destined to perish.

But fate has other plans. Gifted with the Devourer’s Mark and a mysterious System Interface, Leon gains the power to absorb the strength, skills, and memories of those he defeats. His system grants him the ability to see detailed stats, weaknesses, and hidden information about others—knowledge that no one else possesses.

With every battle, he evolves—growing stronger, smarter, and more dangerous than any goblin before him. As he carves his path through blood and chaos, he attracts allies, enemies, and powerful women drawn to his unstoppable rise. A cold and deadly elf assassin, a fierce dragon-kin warrior, and a cunning demon princess—all with their own ambitions, yet bound to his destiny.

Hunted by gods, feared by kings, and envied by monsters, Leon must decide: will he become a ruler of his own fate, or will his hunger for power consume him?

The Goblin Who Devoured Fate

The mark on my hand burned, a lingering heat spreading through my veins. It wasn't painful—but it was powerful.

I clenched my fist, staring at the black dragon insignia etched into my skin. This wasn't just a mark.

Proof that the Forgotten Bloodline had acknowledged me.

The Draconic Kobold Warden studied me in silence. Its golden eyes flicked between my mark and the egg, its claws twitching slightly.

The Warden's scales bristled. The air in the cavern grew tense—dangerous.

The towering draconic kobold, the same creature that radiated overwhelming strength—bowed before me.

I felt my breath catch. What the hell was happening?

The Warden placed a clawed hand over its chest and spoke in a deep, reverent tone.

"You bear the mark of the Ashen Wyrm. From this moment on… you are no longer an intruder."

I could hear the weight of its words.

"You are now the egg's protector."

Rhia grabbed my sleeve. "Leon… what does this mean?"

I exhaled slowly. It meant trouble.

If I was recognized as the egg's protector, that meant two things:

The kobolds wouldn't harm us anymore.Anyone trying to take the egg would see me as an enemy.

Including whoever was actually after it.

I turned back to the Warden. "Who else is after this?"

The Warden's expression darkened.

"Those who serve the Dragon Cult."

Dragon Cult? That didn't sound good.

"The Cult has long sought to revive the lost bloodline," the Warden continued. "But they do not seek to restore it. They seek to control it."

I glanced at the egg. If the cult got their hands on it—

"Then we don't let them," I said firmly.

The Warden's eyes gleamed. "Spoken like a true heir."

The Warden simply smiled—a knowing, dangerous smile.

"The mark chooses only those with the potential of a dragon."

What the hell did that mean?

Rhia stepped beside me, her silver hair glowing in the dim light. "Leon… what do we do now?"

We had options—but none were easy.

Leave the egg and walk away. (But could I really abandon it?)Take the egg with us and prepare for a fight. (But the cult would come after us.)Stay with the Warden and learn more. (But time wasn't on our side.)

No matter what I chose, one thing was clear—

This wasn't just a simple adventure anymore.

It was the beginning of a war.

Chapter 18: The Warden’s Judgment